Post Ten: A Very Rhythmic Way
Morgan She felt amazing. She was so tight, I almost lost it right there. But I willed myself, concentrating on her. Her body moving into...
Post Nine: Perfect. Of course.
Elli Why is it that men always seek out my weaknesses? At first, playing with me. I enjoy it, it feels good. Then they get all...
Post Eight: Only Wanting
Morgan She was excited. I could tell that much. Maybe a little nervous. Hell, I was nervous too. I watched her in the elevator mirror as...
Post Seven: My Type, His Type. Our Type.
Elli Holy shit. Holy fucking shit! HOLY SHIT! Morgan Clery. Morgan fucking Clery. Jesus fucking Christ! My whole body was screaming at...
Post Six: This is Not a Hotel
Morgan When the song stopped, I could feel the turmoil within her. She didn't know whether to let go or not. I didn't want her to, but...
Post Five: My Body Wants To Lead
Elli He was being completely sweet, and not at all rapey. I didn't know if he just felt bad for me, or if he was actually interested....
Post Four: Ex Ex Ex
Morgan As soon as the words left her mouth, I saw on her face that she was embarrassed by them, maybe even a little surprised. I couldn't...
Post Three: Say No To Drugs
Elli Okay, not only was I hanging out with Morgan fucking Clery (kind of) sharing a flask of rum with him, but he seemed genuinely...
Post Two: Don't Be A Pussy
Morgan One minute I was talking to people, regretting my decision to even go out. The next I was watching a girl hoist herself onto a...
Post One: The Clusterfuck
Elli I didn't know why I had let my friend drag me to the festival. I knew before we even left it was going to be horrible. Thousands of...